In what is always such a fitting and moving tribute to the soldiers and military who have died. It's the faces that get me every time. Wherever you look there is a story to be told. Here is literally just a snapshot of the servicemen in Liverpool today.
"They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them."